Outdoor Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

The tent felt smaller than it had when we first crawled inside. The air was warm and thick, heavy with the scent of pine, whiskey, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. Emily straddled my lap, completely naked, her soft breasts pressed against my chest as we kissed like we were starving for each other. Her tongue moved against mine with growing hunger, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her wet pussy grinding slowly against the hard bulge in my pants, leaving a damp spot on the fabric.

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

"This is about us. Come on, Jim, we can have sex right now," "We can?" He mumbled, looking confused and mortified at the thought of having sex in broad daylight on a day that wasn't Wednesday. "We can," Karina snapped and slid off him. Getting on her knees, she pulled down the zipper to his pants and got his semi-erect cock out. She had wanted to taste Adam's cock badly, but she probably would have sprained her neck if she tried to do that while hanging out the window. So instead, she stuck with sucking her husband's bigger cock instead.